I sat in my room, holding my lacrosse stick and throwing the ball in the air before catching it with my stick. It looked simple, but when I started playing lacrosse even something as simple as catching the ball was difficult. But after years of practice it was easy, and the stick had become natural, it was a part of me. Unfortunately my school didn't have a team, so I had to play for another school, but it was worth it and a cool opportunity meet new people. It was the day before my first day of sophomore year, and playing with my lacrosse stuff was a way to channel my nervous energy. I knew it would be a tough year, I was taking all honors classes including honors chemistry, but I was excited as well. I heard footsteps and looked at the door as my dad walked in. "Hey bud," he said cheerfuly.
"Hey dad."
"Are you ready for sophomore year?" he asked.
"I hope so," I replied sincerely.
"Well I just want to let you know that you have been doing really good in school, and you're going great places. You have lots of potential."
I smiled, "Thanks dad."
"Well, good night," he said as he started to walk out of my room.
"Good night," I replied. I set my lacrosse stick down as he closed the door then I lied down in bed and fell asleep, ready for my first day to be here already.
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I walked into my sixth hour chemistry class the next day, energy buzzing through me. I had awesome teachers so far, and the school year looked like it was going to be great. I sat down in a random empty seat at the back of the class and looked at the door, anticipating whether or not I'd know anybody in the class when a girl with long, dirty blonde hair that was pulled into a messy ponytail walked in. She was wearing a mint green t-shirt with light blue ripped jeans and sparkly open toed sandals. She had a comely look to her, and I couldn't keep my eyes off of her. Once she saw me staring at her she smiled, and I smiled back. She made her way over to me and sat next to me. "Hello," she said cheerfully.
"Hello," I replied.
"So what's your name?" she asked.
"I'm Theo."
"I'm Sarah," she replied.
"Are you ready for chemistry?" I asked.
"I think so. I don't think it could be much harder than AP world history, so I'm not too worried."
"It's awesome that you're taking an AP class as a sophomore, I don't think I could ever do that."
She shrugged. "It's no big deal. It was my trade for pre-AP english. Plus I'm probably going to be taking AP english next year anyway, and I love history."
Ms. Smith, our teacher, started class as the bell rang. Sarah quickly sat next to me, and I assumed she wanted to avoid any teachers calling her out on the first day of school, but Ms. Smith was relaxed as she introduced herself and passed out our first assignment, which was easy, as I expected. The class flew by, and before I knew it the bell rang. I quickly gathered my stuff and was going to talk to Sarah, but she had already left. Even though I had just met her, I couldn't stop thinking about her.
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I walked into school the next day, thrilled to see Sarah again. I was dying to get to know her. "You won't even see her until sixth hour," I reminded myself, but I ignored the negative thought. I walked through the crowd of people in the hallway of lockers, trying to get to my first hour even though I was ten minutes early. I didn't feel like socializing, until I saw Sarah at her locker. She was pulling a few folders out when one slipped and seven or eight papers fell out, no match for the oncoming crowd.
By instinct, I kneeled down to pick them up, and like the smooth person I was, I bumped into a few people in the process and as I stood up I bumped my head on her open locker door, causing her to giggle and my head to throb. As I handed her papers back to her I noticed it was music, she said, "Thanks," before she asked, "Is your head okay?"
I nodded. "Yeah, I'll be fine. What instrument do you play?" I asked curiously.
"I play the viola." When she saw my confused look she explained, "It's a violin, but it's a little bigger, and a viola doesn't have the high violin e string, instead we have the low c string."
"That's awesome," I replied, having gained a whole new appreciation for the instrument that I had never heard of before. "Why do you have so much music?"
"I'm in chamber orchestra, which is the highest orchestra," she explained humbly. I was immediately impressed, plus she didn't sound like she was bragging about it, which impressed me even more. "Do you play an instrument?" she asked.
"No," I answered, "I don't do anything musical. I play lacrosse."
The look she gave me, which was not unlike the look I had given her a minute before, informed me that she didn't know what lacrosse was. "It's like soccer except it's played with sticks that have nets at the end and a little ball. You pretty much have to get the ball into the net. Plus we have to wear a mask, helmet thing, and body checking is totally okay."
She laughed. "Seriously? It sounds dangerous."
I shrugged. "It adds to the thrill of the game. Plus it's totally worth it."
"Well okay. I don't understand people's obsession with sports, especially football and lacrosse. It's the awesome thing about music, there's no risk! I don't go to a concert wondering if I'll get a concussion or not."
The bell rang, interrupting our discussion. "Where are you going?" I asked.
"Math. You?"
"World history."
We were headed in opposite directions. "Well, I guess I'll see you in chemistry," she said.
"See you then," I replied. As I walked away, I couldn't wait for sixth hour.
Author's note:Hello! Thanks for reading! I've had this storyline in my head for awhile now, and hope you enjoy it! Unfortunately my schedule is crammed and I've been focusing on my other story, Autumn Vows, so if you get bored from my lack of updates go read my other story!
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